So I’ve just finished implementing the random image placement javascript device for plasticbag.org, based upon something I worked on a very long time ago. Unfortunately, while I’ve placed images, not all of them are (let us say) bearable. More to come over the next couple of days.
For everyone who has or is about to see this episode of Buffy (seen by me this evening after everyone (but Riaz) had gone to bed), the word you might want a definition of is: fulgent:
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adj. : Shining brilliantly; radiant: “tower searchlights . . . as fulgent as half a billion candles” (Nicholas Proffitt).
Newsflash: Prol launches Amsterdam Stories, still further extending Derek‘s burgeoning empire.
In order to more easily conceptualise the angst-ridden period in question, I have changed the picture above to reflect the period concerned. Welcome to Tom circa 1995.
At this very moment, there is a party happening in my flat. There is noise from outside my bedroom, Radiohead is playing, and people are clearly having a very good time. I too am having a good time, but there is a part of me that is dribbling with worry about the arrival of people I knew at University. One man ran into me a couple of times in embarrassing situations (like being in a play that never quite didn’t stink and involved me nearly wearing a near frock), and the other man – well I had a crush on him for about a year and a half about six years ago – a crush that I could only actually get over by prostrating myself before him (metaphorically) and sucking up the fallout like a good little bruised homosexual. They are supposed to arrive at some point this evening, and I can feel my resolve and hard won confidence seeping from my feet – sucked into the floor. I’m scared to go back out there.
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[Bem Sex Role Inventory via prolific.org]
I’m spending some of this afternoon just trying to work out if I should care that this site looks appalling in Netscape 4.
So I’m feeling a little rough after last night’s blog-meet – I suspect due to a confluence of factors including 1) Drinking three vodka tonics, 2) Drinking seven vodka jelly shots, 3) Drinking one green and one orange vial of vodka based crap, 4) As a result acting like a complete arse and fucking off Matt and, no doubt, several other people before stumbling home drunk and morbid. Notable moments include being beaten at arm wrestling by an incredibly skinny, ill-looking bloke, having my shoe ‘borrowed’ and placed upon the bar, nearly being licked, and generally misbehaving.
Quote from Meg: “I’ve been smelling Cake all day, and … well, you know how cake smells like death…?”
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